Tuesday, December 9, 2008

two thousand and five.

a pointless wish

I cut, I bleed, I shed tears for another. My heart was sealed with a kiss and shattered by a letter. Feelings stay and scars won't leave. My wrist still bleed and tears still run. Down my face and into my heart, slowly these feelings start to depart. And when my tears start to dry, I hope you look at me and start to cry. Said and done when I am fine, I know I'll still wish that you were mine.


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